I've done things, seen things
my own actions, doings, wrongs, sins.
Corruption, engulfed in this world, my world
my own ******** hell!
I see myself dying, day by day, which
are blood moon ights that never see
sunrise. Never do I see the suns glory,
just red of sky, the tears of children, small
children do they cry, For peace.
Peace of mind. Mind.
Mind me, mind my words— why do I not make
sense. Understand, if not comprehend.
What I say may be daft.
Daft as the old man who spoke of
his son, ill did he speak,
that I might kill him one day.
For I did.
I watched me strike myself,
cold, blind. Dead.
Sanity gone. Hope gone.
Breath merely gone, from this life's
corpse. No more,
do i live this life praying for the
dreams to set in and the aspirations
to come alive.
I live a lonely, half of a life.
Insanity fills ny eyes.
Blood spews from veins.
And the tears left my eyes, for
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